My birth story, Miracle from a Nightmare!

I am taking part in a 15 week series from Mommy's Piggy Tales  This series is a way for us to record the story of out youth. I will be writing a "chapter" every Thursday.

This will be one of the hardest chapter's of "my Story" to write.

At 15 years old my mom was raped.

I can not, nor do I want to imagine what that would be like. Scared and afraid would not even begin to touch the surface of emotions she must have been feeling.

You see, I am a miracle - My mom was actually at an abortion clinic (I have to be careful about what I write because I do not know the exact details-all I really know is that the abortion did not happen and at the age of 16 she gave birth to me).

I was named after my great-aunt who died of an asthma attack just before my birth.

I am proud of my mom! At the age of 16 she went out and got a full time job. She put me into daycare (I was the youngest baby to be accepted) and moved out on her own. It was a life she would have never chosen, yet at that young age she decided to step up and be a mom.

I do not remember much from these years, but I've been told that I was a very happy and content baby. I slept through the night right from the start! This calm nature carried through my toddler years. I would sit on the counter while my grandma would be cooking a meal and I would never try to touch the stove.  One of my favorite activities was sitting and putting oranges in and out of a tin pail. Apparently I could sit for an hour entertaining myself this way.

Apparently (before the age of 2) my mom had just came home with a new package of diapers and was going to put one on me. I said no - and from then on was potty trained.

I enjoy looking though photos from my years as a little girl. I see many smiles and a sense of wonder...

As much as I did not want to write about details of my birth, I did. As uncomfortable a topic as it is, it is still my story.